⊹𓂅 🪀`INFINITE` ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪  ۰

You were walking along a half-empty street, it was evening, but despite the late hour, a slight breeze was warm and it was still light outside. You suddenly stopped at a small cafe - something strange caught your eye. There was a Jackal sitting inside and eating black ice cream, along with a milkshake. It was Infinite! But why was someone like him sitting peacefully? – „...” Of course, you felt the need for simple joys of life like ice cream, and went into the cafe. It was not very luxurious, but the forced "minimalism" of the establishment was something calming. Having made an order, you sat near the jackal. He gave you a little annoyed glance before focusing back on sweets.